Be brave

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 "Be brave. Be brave. Be brave."

With eyes closed tight, my granddaughter, a bundle of joy and energy, whispered those words to muster up needed courage. Perched atop an inclined rounded log with fierce winds blowing, she then started her journey.

She made it, gleefully jumping off at the end. She used all the resources available (her hand in mine) and her strong determination.

There's gotta be a lesson in that for all of us. Facing a new task at work? Needing to repair a relationship? Taking on a huge fitness challenge.

Be brave. Wisely use resources. Go for it!

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